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Jett Superior laid this on you on || April 23, 2003 || 10:48 pm

“They’d love you in Italy,” he says.

“You’re tall, you’re blonde…you have those eyes.

“Want to go to Italy with me?”

This summons up corny images of me in a gauzy peasant skirt, picking my way with bare feet across cobblestones that have seen more stories than the world has words for. No make-up, tan and defying my age for two or three more minutes. Sparkling and muted. Soft.

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Well I smoked my throat out last night / Hoping you’d call or just stop by / Now I’m wheezing like the Oakland sky / Feeling like the rusted tracks and forgotten dream of the old train lines

It’s a perpetual stone in my shoe / One that I’ll always be trying to shake loose / An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side / More than a scratch beneath this skin / Somewhere between the beginning and the end

I don’t feel a lot lately / I don’t feel whole lately / I don’t feel much lately / But that’s how I hide / That’s how I hide

You wrote it down not to draw attention to yourself / You lit the pilot just to blow it out / Here the conversation’s always too loud / And we’re as pathetic as the jumper that listens to the crowd

To say I miss you wouldn’t be enough / I feel like Tom Waits singing Diamonds & Rust / And I’m as pathetic as a junkie who knows what he does

It’s a perpetual stone in my shoe / One that I’ll always be trying to shake loose / An ache in my chest and a thorn in my side / More than a scratch beneath this skin / Somewhere between the beginning and the end

I don’t feel a lot lately / I don’t feel whole lately / I don’t feel much lately / But that’s how I hide / That’s how I hide

// Matthew Ryan, “Railroaded”

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  1. Johnny T 4.24.2003

    Does the Italy in your head have really tasty food? Can you still drink Absinithe there? If so, can I visit?

     

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